De Nelson's Senior High

Chapter 19- Power

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Most students had rushed to the phonebooth for last minute requests to their parents. Ashanti was therefore left alone with a sleeping Veronica in the dorm. Heather was the first to return and noticed Ashanti's bored expression whiles reading her favorite book, The Blinkhards.

" Don't you have anyone to call?" She asks more out of concern than out of curiosity.

" Nobody cares." Ashanti replies in a monotone.

Heather sighs and walks towards her bed before sitting next to her.

" Someone does care, if they didn't, you wouldn't be in this great school in the first place." Heather tries to explain to her, " I don't know what you did or why you think your parents have given up on you but I want you to know that they haven't. If they had, you'd probably be begging for alms on the street or something but you are in school and that alone shows that they care."

" You know Heather, you try to make everything seem simple by your optimism but sometimes there are somethings you just can't change, like how people feel about you." Ashanti begins to respond sternly and sitting up on her bed.

" Listen, most of those kids on the street never really got to meet their parents and so they don't really care. I have a parent who doesn't even want to see my face. I bet most of those kids on the street, have their parents standing afar watching out for them instead of keeping tabs on them to see when they're just going to fall."

Heather was stunned and remained silent for a minute before getting up to leave. Ashanti didn't really feel bad but still felt the urge to apologise.

" Wait." She finally calls and Heather pauses at the doorway,
" I am sorry if I made you feel bad. I know you were just trying to be a good friend, it's just that I have a very terrible relationship with my parents so I usually become defensive when others complain about it."

" It's okay, I was probably being too straight forward." Heather also apologizes.

" You know what?, I'm going to call her today. Just so you would understand." Ashanti gives in and Heather grins.

She finds her sandals and put them on before heading out with Heather to the phonebooth.

The booths were free now and she drew closer to the dial. A wave of nausea courses through her veins and she quivered. Gathering up some courage, she dialled in her mother's private line.

The phone rings continuously but no one picked up. She shrugged and turned to walk away.

" Come on, try again. She'll pick up." Heather urges, pulling her back to the booth.

" She probably has better things to do." Ashanti says in a lonely tone.

" No she doesn't." Heather says and calls back for her and takes the telephone from the receiver, " If she doesn't pick up, then call your Dad."

" My father is dead." Ashanti discloses abruptly and Heather is taken by surprise and drops the phone leaving it hanging on its cords.

Tears filmed her eyes and she walked away.

That was when Heather heard a voice on the line " Hello, Hello, Ally hola, ¿está todo bien ahí arriba?"

" Ally, hablame!" The voice calls in pure spanish.